"Yes," he laughed. "And has it never struck you as strange that you, an Imperial Princess, should be a friend of a man who's a bankrupt--an outsider like myself?" and an ugly thought flashed through his mind causing him to wince. "And have you not always shown yourself my friend, Jack? Should I not be ungrateful if I were not your friend in return?" she asked. They halted almost unconsciously half way along the cypress avenue, and stood facing each other. Prince Albert of Hesse-Holstein was struggling within himself. He loved this beautiful woman with all his heart, and all his soul. Yet he knew himself to be treading dangerous ground. Their first acquaintance had been a purely accidental one three years ago. Her Highness was driving in the Ringstrasse, in Vienna, when her horses suddenly took fright at a passing motor-car and bolted. Jack, who was passing, managed to dash out and stop them, but in doing so was thrown down and kicked on the head. He was taken to the hospital, and not until a fortnight afterwards was he aware of the identity of the pretty woman in the carriage. Then, on his recovery, he was commanded to the palace and thanked personally by the Princess and by her father, the grey-bearded Emperor. From that day the Princess Angelica had never lost sight of him. When she had married he had endeavoured to end their acquaintance, but she would not hear of it. And so he had drifted along, held completely beneath her spell. He was her confidant, and on many occasions performed in secret little services for her. Their friendship, purely platonic, was firm and fast, and surely no man was ever more loyal to a woman than was the young Englishman, who was, after all, only an audacious adventurer. In the glorious sunset of the brilliant Tuscan day they stood there in silence. At last he spoke. "Princess," he exclaimed, looking straight into her eyes. "Forgive me for what I am about to say. I have long wished to say it, but had not the courage. I--well, you cannot tell the bitterness it causes me to speak, but I have decided to imperil you no longer. I am leaving Florence." She looked at him in blank surprise. "Leaving Florence!" she gasped. "What do you mean, Jack?" "I mean that I must do so--for your sake," was his answer. "The world does not believe that a woman can have a man friend. I--I yesterday heard something." "What?" "That the Prince has set close watch upon us." "Well, and what of that? Do we fear?" "We do not fear the truth, Princess. It is the untruth of which we are in peril." "Then Ferdinand is jealous!" she remarked as though speaking to herself. "Ah! that is distinctly amusing!" "My friendship with you has already caused a scandal in this gossip-loving city," he pointed out. "It is best for you that we should part. Remember the difference in our stations. You are of blood-royal--while I--" and he hesitated. How could he tell her the ghastly truth?